All Chapters of HER ONLY CRIME: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Emilia~ It's been over a week since all that happened that night. Marcelo was recovering quickly, and had gone back to his home in Sicily with Martinez. Chloe was still nowhere to be found, so I was stuck with Jennie, which wasn't really a bad thing. Sometimes I'd catch myself in a mental debate over who I was missing more, between Marcelo and Chloe. I still remember how I felt waking up one morning to Marcelo's bed being empty. He had left sometime in the middle of the night, and I knew he intentionally wanted to keep it away from me. The only thing he left behind was a stupid note, which I still haven't read. He had also left with Martinez, which indicated that they weren't coming back anytime soon. Knowing Marcelo, he was probably being eaten up by guilt again. He probably already decided within himself that walking away from my life would be the best way to ensure my safety. I felt a slight twinge of guilt, knowing I had insinuated that earlier. "Earth to Emilia?!" Je

Marcelo~With my arms folded behind my back, I casually walked down the hallway, Martinez hot on my tails.I could sense how nervous he was, about the situation at hand, but I tried not to let that bother me. I already had a plan in motion, and I was pretty positive about it.My only worry now was how I could cut loose on my father and make him see just how dangerous I could be. Retaliation has never been a problem for me, but I had to be patient...at least, until she is safe and far away from all these.Despite the fact that I still had eyes on Emilia, a part of me couldn't help but worry. She hadn't reached out to me since I left that town, and I was starting to fear that she might not be in support of my offer. If that were really the case, keeping her safe would be a real hassle.I and Martinez got into the newly constructed elevator. It was supposed to lead to the underground floor, where the real dirty business would be going down. I figured I had to be more secretive with my op

Emilia~I don't know if it was the strong urge to pee, or the sudden wave of nausea that made me jerk up from the bed with widened eyes.Surprisingly, Marcelo was still fast asleep beside me and his hand was now on my exposed thighs. He wasn't one to still be on bed by morning, and I wondered if he was really that tired.Very carefully, I moved his hands from my thighs, before rolling off the bed. For some reason, I decided it would be best not to wake him from his sleep.Immediately I stood up on my feet, I felt the entire room spin around me for a second. The urge for me to puke got stronger, and I was immediately charging towards the bathroom.I've heard about morning sickness during pregnancy, but nobody told me how much it actually sucks to experience it. Literally everything was giving off offensive odours, and I didn't know why.Once I was in the bathroom, I went right for the sink and began to empty the content of my stomach, which happened to be the spaghetti and meatballs I

Marcelo~She kept yelling out cuss words at me and Martinez, as I carried all the way up to the penthouse. Somehow, pregnancy has been able to change Emilia into a fearless spitfire and I didn't know how to feel about it."Hold still!" I hissed at her, as she thrashed around in my arms.Ignoring me, she continued to fight and struggle, making me drop her onto the bed in annoyance. That seemed to shut her up for a few seconds, as she just glared at me."You seem to be oddly energetic this morning." I remarked, taking off my shirt and tossing it aside.She visibly gulped, taking in the view of my sweaty body. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, as I watched her suddenly take her eyes off.She looked like an angry toddler, as she sat on the bed, hands folded across her chest and a pout on her face. It made me want to continue taunting her, but I refrained from it."I'm just so sick and tired of you being such an asshole to me!" She grumbled, still looking away from me.She couldn't

Emilia~"A date?" He spends every other time of the day either by ignoring me or being his usual obnoxious self, and now he's... asking me out. What was Marcelo Del Ponte really up to?"You sound... surprised?" He said, arching an eyebrow at me. I glared up at him."Surprise isn't quite the word." I replied him in a tone that showed my distaste.Marcelo let out another chuckle, before walking towards me and grabbing my hands in his. I kept searching his eyes for any sign that he may be messing with me."I've been thinking..." He began to say, and I felt my breathing cease for a moment."... about how much of a jerk I've been to you, when you've been nothing but an angel." I found it hard to believe that those words were coming out of Marcelo's mouth, and they were directed at me. Was he really changing back to the Marcelo I used to know?"Please... allow me to make it up to you, by treating you to a very expensive dinner date." Those words seemed to drag me back into a sudden reali